IT'S JULY {Open} BUT THE CHRISTMAS SONGS ARE STUCK IN MY HEAD

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    Delftwood was trotting back to the academy, his head lowered as he pushed a log along with his muzzle. Rolling it to a specific spot outside, he pushed it up on its side. With a nod, the canine would vanish back out into the forest. But he would soon return with a branch in his jaws, leaves and red berries hanging off of it. Setting it down, he would squash the berries underneath his paw and allowing him to paint as he pleased. Shifting back over to the log, he would draw different shaped circles on the bark until he was able to put a dot in the middle. Wiping his paw off in the grass, he examined the target. Pacing backwards, he would pick up his throwing knife off of the ground and narrow his eyes, focusing on the center. With a quick movement, the German shepherd moved his head and the dagger went flying out of his mouth, hurtling towards the wood, and hit directly out the outer ring. With a bit of a grumble, the DarkClan soldier would pad back over to retrieve his blade.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 325px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -5px; letter-spacing: 2px;] DARKCLAN — KIT — [abbr=female, 5 months, easy, one power, attack in black]HOVER FOR TAGS[/abbr][/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify][color=#d2d2d2]Curious yellow oculars observed the Shepard. She had never seen a knife before; well, except for the time Rhymepaw was practicing throwing them with the help of Finnishwars. But that was part if her old life, full of fear and failure. It would be different here, right?


    Maybe it would be. She bet no one knew her mother was, though she couldn't say the same about her father. He did lead a Clan once, one who was allies with DarkClan. "Hello. What are you doing?" the child asked. Maybe learning how to use a knife would help her if her sister decided to go after her. But Paradise thought the tortie feline was dead, so why would she come after her?
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    Flicking an ear at the voice, Delftwood would turn his gaze to Ravenkit and offer a side nod of greeting. "I'm practicing my knife throwing. I haven't done so in a while, so I'm a bit rusty." The canine would admit, looking back at where his dagger had hit, memorizing its place before yanking it out by the handle and retreating back to his original position to try again.
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    A doberman padded up to DelftWood. "That was pretty good for not practicing in awhile." She woofed to him, wagging her tail a little bit.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify][color=#d2d2d2]Knife throwing? Wasn't that how Rhymepaw fought? The memory of the paraplegic using throwing knives brought back memories of her old home. She missed them, but she couldn't go back. It just wasn't safe for her. "Can I try?" the child asked, yellow eyes focused on the sharp objects.
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    REJUVENATINGFOAL STELLAR


    The foal trotted over, ears perked in interest. The zebra never really did knife throwing, of course she wanted to try but she figured she was to young right now and didn't really want to get hurt. So Rejuvenatingfoal decided to sit back and watch, interest glittering in her eyes.
    #rejuvenating2014




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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid black; width:385px; margin-left: -5px; text-align: justify; color: grey; font-size: 10px;]Petra meandered over, listening curiously. "What are you doing?" she asked since she honestly couldn't tell.

    petra ral baskerville
    [size=6pt]ranger . blind as domestic cream point . colorblind as melanistic jaguar . attack in silver[/size]

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    (c) GRYPHON #petraral

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; height: 125px; overflow: auto; margin-top: -8px;][justify][color=#d2d2d2][sub]Mami would then make her way over, blinking her dual colored visionaries at the one whom was throwing knives. She herself had a butterfly knife, but she didn't like to use it. It made her think of the whole... erm, possession incident with her, Eren, her sister, and her eyes.
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